Just as the words fell, the killers suddenly felt an indescribable sharp pain all over their bodies. It was as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained away, leaving them without a single bit of strength.
They were originally performing Qinggong and flying in the air like ghosts, but suddenly, it seemed as if all the internal strength in their bodies was drained away by a mysterious force, and they were unable to exert even a single bit of it.
Immediately afterwards, these killers fell straight down from mid-air like kites with broken strings.
"Bang!"
“Bang! Bang!”
Several killers fell heavily to the ground and lay there wailing.
"Ah! It hurts. It hurts so much. What's going on?"
"Where's my inner strength? Why can't I use it at all?"
With a "vomit" sound, several killers spat out a large pool of black blood from their mouths at the same time.
"Oh no, this nail is poisonous!"
The killers' faces suddenly turned as pale as a piece of thin paper, without a trace of blood remaining. Their faces were filled with horror, and their eyes were filled with extreme fear and panic, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
"How, how..."
Before they could finish their words, they fell to the ground and were no longer able to make a sound.
Yan Ci carried Feng Jiuyan steadily and landed lightly on a thick branch. He looked down and saw the killers lying there lifeless, completely dead.
Then, his gaze slowly moved to the nail gun that Feng Jiuyan was holding tightly in his hand, staring at it intently, without moving.
This strange weapon is more powerful than any hidden weapon. He wants it so much, what should he do?
I gave Feng Jiuyan several hundred taels of gold, but I don’t know whether she would sell it or not.
Feng Jiuyan keenly noticed Yan Ci's eyes glued to the nail gun. She quickly hid the nail gun behind her, her eyes full of vigilance. She stared at Yan Ci and said, "You, don't even think about taking it!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Feng Jiuyan was suddenly stunned, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
Why does this feeling seem familiar?
Before she could think about it, another wave of killers caught up.
Before Feng Jiuyan had time to think about it, another wave of assassins came up like a tide. This time, the number of assassins was obviously more than before, and they surrounded Feng Jiuyan and Yanci tightly.
In this situation, Yan Ci had no choice but to fly down with Feng Jiuyan and land lightly on the ground.
Yan Ci and Feng Jiuyan stood back to back, their bodies tense, watching the approaching killers with vigilance as if they were facing a great enemy.
Yan Ci's movements were quick and agile. He drew the sword from his waist almost instantly. The sound of the sword being unsheathed cut through the air, bringing with it a hint of chill.
His face was as cold as ice, without a trace of expression, except for his eyes which revealed a deep chill, as if they could freeze everything. His eyes scanned the killers as sharply as an eagle, not missing any movement.
Feng Jiuyan tightly gripped the nail gun in her hand, her fingers turning slightly white due to the force. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, with a resolute momentum, and her whole body was full of vigilance.
Her breathing was a little rapid and her heartbeat was clearly audible in the tense atmosphere, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time.
The assassins pointed their swords at Feng Jiuyan and Yan Ci in unison. Their faces were grim and they shouted fiercely: "Listen carefully, you two, you are now surrounded by us! I advise you to be sensible and hand over the Black Feather Order, otherwise-"
"What else?" Feng Jiuyan interrupted the killer rudely. She raised her chin, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, and asked back in a provocative tone.
Feng Jiuyan glanced at Yan Ci quietly from the corner of her eye. He was standing tall like a pine tree, his face was still stern, and his eyes, like cold stars, did not show any ripples.
His expression didn't seem to have changed much, he was still as cold as ever, as if nothing around him could touch his emotions. He stood there quietly, holding his sword tightly in his hand, exuding an aura that made it difficult for people to approach him.
Feng Jiuyan was startled. She thought to herself, is it possible that he really didn't come for the Black Feather Order? Was he only coming for her?
"Humph!" The leader of the assassins snorted angrily, "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. In that case, we won't waste our time talking to you. Brothers, take these two down!"
As he spoke, he waved the sword in his hand and made an attacking gesture. The other killers followed suit and issued threatening roars. The whole scene was filled with tension and terror.
Yan Ci stood beside Feng Jiuyan, his eyes were as cold as ice, staring closely at the killers.
He flashed and thrust the sword in his hand as fast as lightning, instantly knocking away a killer's sword. His movements were smooth and precise, and every swing of the sword was deadly.
Seeing this, the killers surrounded him, but Yan Ci was not afraid at all. His sword danced in his hand like a blooming winter plum, and he repelled the killers one by one.
Feng Jiuyan was not to be outdone. She held the nail gun tightly in her hand, her eyes focused and calm.
She aimed at the killers and pulled the trigger, and poisonous spikes shot out and hit the killers' bodies. The poison on the spikes spread quickly, and the killers felt a sharp pain in an instant, and then collapsed to the ground, losing their fighting power.
Feng Jiuyan's movements were skillful and precise, and every shot frightened the killers.
However, despite Yan Ci's superb martial arts and Feng Jiuyan's extremely accurate shooting skills, the number of killers was too large. After a long battle, their physical strength was gradually exhausted and they began to feel powerless and unable to withstand the killers' overwhelming attacks.
They stood back to back, breathing heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, they were exhausted, but their eyes still flashed with determination.
The two turned around and looked at each other. At that moment, they understood each other's thoughts and intentions.
Feng Jiuyan tightly gripped the nail gun in his hand, aimed at a killer again, and shot him accurately.
At this moment, Yan Ci took a step forward, put his arm around Feng Jiuyan's slender waist, and quickly broke through a gap in the killers' defense with her.
"We must not let them get away, chase them!" the leading killer shouted loudly, waving the sword in his hand.
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